Five Times Derek Growled At Stiles And One Time He Explained
01 - SATs
Stiles had always been silly smart but he had never been able to focus. On the day he took his SATs he swallowed a handful of Adderall, was laser focussed for three hours then got home and passed out for sixteen. His dad hadn’t noticed; he’d been at work, got home later and thought his son was simply asleep.
Derek called him the next morning, demanded his presence at his half-rebuilt house and hung up. Stiles had been an honorary part of the pack for over a year and had been helping Derek rebuild the house since he had become the alpha; when he decided that he had roots here now so he needed to fix his house.
Getting a call demanding help was not unusual but generally speaking there was some warning and Scott would have called him to let him know what was coming. For some reason Stiles was always the last person called – Lydia, who refused to do any heavy lifting and just tried to tell others what to do, was called before him. At least Stiles was helpful, he hoped.
Stiles groaned, even after all that sleep he still felt a little groggy and could have probably used another couple hours sleep to get the rest of the medication out of his system. He knew though that if he wasn’t at Derek’s place within the hour Derek would make him do something unpleasant. His threats of bodily torture were no longer believable – he had never followed through even for all the threats but the older man was inventive when it came to punishments.
Stiles dragged himself from bed, stumbled into the shower under tepid water with his hand wrapped around his cock getting some of the need out of his body before he had to spend the rest of the day seeing Derek building, flexing and sweating shirtless. This orgasm wouldn’t prevent him from spending the entire day semi-hard but it would save him from spending the whole day so fucking horny he would have to run home when he went to collect lunches to jerk off quickly so he could go back again. I had only taken him two days working on the house for Stiles to work out this method of getting through the day.
Scott always smirked at him when he arrived knowing why his friend smelled of release, Jackson said nothing, hopefully assuming he was just a teenager who was permanently horny. Lydia only made fun of him once before Derek growled out the order that sex lives were not to be discussed; they all needed some privacy. Every time Stiles arrived he was met with a growl from Derek and he still expected the growl to turn into something more when the alpha finally worked out who Stiles was thinking about when he came all over himself in the shower.
It took Stiles twenty-five minutes to drive to Derek’s house, ten minutes to stop in and get the doughnuts which were his responsibility in the morning so Stiles arrived with ten minutes to spare but saw no other cars in front of the house.
Stiles got out of the jeep and walked inside, the downstairs of the house was complete, the second storey still basically a skeleton but soon they would be able to start adding walls and then the roof. Lydia had already declared herself decorator but Stiles had a feeling she would not be getting her way with the inside; Derek obviously had very precise taste.
Stiles had just put the doughnuts down when he was pushed against the wall and Derek invaded his space to sniff at him, along his neck, behind his ear. Stiles moved his head, baring his neck knowing what the action meant, could mean if only he was being manhandled for another reason. Stiles wished desperately that Derek was doing it for that reason and he’d willingly submit, he’d repeat the action willingly, repeatedly, if Derek ever asked.
“If you ever do that again, Stiles, I will string you up and beat you.” Derek growled into his neck.
Stiles tried not to find the idea of being tied up and spanked so alluring but he was a kinky bastard and anything Derek could want to do to him he would try. At least once.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t think you’d ever find out. I have to do it. But I promise to think about something else next time.” Stiles stuttered trying to ignore the blood flowing down.
“You do not have to do it, Stiles, it’s dangerous.”
“It was only dangerous if you found out. Who told you? Scott?” Stiles started mentally cursing his best friend for ratting him out.
“Scott let you do it? How the hell could he not stop you?”
“He couldn’t stop me, he said it was a bad idea but I cannot believe he told you.”
“Who knows what could happen to you if you do it that much.”
“I only do it a couple times a day, Okay so it’s every day and the days I’m here more but I am still technically a teenager so it’s probably fairly normal.”
“Putting something like that in your body is not normal, Stiles.” Derek accompanied this growl with his death glare.
“What? Putting what I…so? Loads of people do it?”
“A handful is too much, Stiles.”
“Not a handful just a couple fingers.” Stiles could feel the heated flush sweeping over his skin.
“What?” Derek scrunched his eyebrows and glared.
“What? Lots of people do it.”
“What the hell? Are you drinking as well as overdosing on that fucking shit, Stiles?”
“What?” Stiles face scrunched up in confusion.
“How the hell could you take that much Adderall? You overdosed, Stiles.” Derek’s voice just dropped into a true growl, low, dangerous and animalistic. Stiles could feel it right down to his cock.
Stiles took a moment to think about what was said. Derek was not talking about the fact Stiles jacked off routinely to thoughts of the alpha wolf, that the black haired man was the main source of fantasy…that was a lie; he was all Stiles thought about when he had a hand wrapped around his cock or fingers inside himself wishing it was Derek. Stiles shook himself, Derek was talking about the Adderall, what about the drug?
“Are you talking about yesterday, with the SATs? Because that was totally under control.”
“How is that under control?”
“Just enough to ensure focus for the length of the test. I think I aced it too.”
“By seriously overdosing on drugs?”
“Not seriously, and it’s not like it's fucking crack or something, just some Adderall.”
“Which is basically speed, Stiles.”
“I had to do well, Derek. I cannot concentrate for three hours intensely like that and I had to do well for my dad, for me. I wanted to make him proud, dude.”
Derek scrubbed his hand over his face. “Stiles, you just can’t do that it’s dangerous.”
“I forbid you from abusing the Adderall again like that, Stiles, take it only as directed. Do you understand?”
“You cannot order me around when I am not even a fucking member of the pack, Derek. Not really.”
Derek slapped Stiles upside the back of the head. “Are you honestly that stupid?”
“You are part of the pack, Stiles. You are annoying but you are a member of this pack, you don’t want to be a werewolf but that doesn’t change the fact you are still a member.”
“Really?” Stiles asked with surprise.
“Yes, now if I find out you have abused again I will rip your throat out. Understood?”
“Okay, Derek.” Stiles felt his chest swell with happiness. “Is anyone else coming?” Stiles asked as Derek opened the doughnut box.
“Thought we were working on the house, thank God we aren’t. I am tired still. Suddenly exhausted.”
“Mattress is still in the … can’t remember what Lydia calls it. Was the play room.”
“You rock so hard you are almost sedimentary, Derek.” Stiles grinned at him and bounded away to collapse on the mattress Derek kept in case any of the pack needed to crash; Stiles could not work out how it always smelt like Derek never any of the other wolves. He didn’t care; he wallowed in the smell as he fell asleep.
Derek inhaled a couple doughnuts. He was annoyed at Stiles, but he was not furious like he had been last night when he had popped in to see Stiles and realised that the boy reeked of the drug and was in an unnatural sleep. He had perched on the windowsill for hours to make sure he was okay. Halfway through the third doughnut the conversation caught up with him.
“What the hell did Stiles think I was talking about?” Derek asked the empty room.